Flowers and underwear have always made for a beautiful pairing in these parts, and as long as my name is on this website I shall honor such a duet. First up is this glorious Itoh Peony, snapped at the local garden center until the pair we have in our front yard blooms – fingers-crossed given the track record of the past two years. Still, I remain hopeful. There are buds, and that’s how all good things begin – with a bud and a dream.
Speaking of vibrant flowers, the title of this post comes from a collection of jazz selections that work well with the colors at work here. Give it a listen on this tumultuous Sunday night, on the eve of a full Flower Moon and lunar eclipse, while Mercury is in retrograde motion. Scattered minds like the music, and the flowers torn from their perch by all these crazy storms. Metaphor or literal reality?
A trying week ends and a trying week begins, and Sunday has always sucked that way. Turning to flowers to inspire and cheer, and maybe provide the palette for the night, I slip into something vibrant and powerful. The flower combination – pink with a throat of vermillion – is echoed in this scarlet underwear resting atop a pink jacket. This is the way my mind works on a Sunday night.
